The irony of today is that I have 7 things on my checklist I still need to do before I go to sleep. It's 1:15 pm, and sleep won't come for at least 12 hours. And yet here I sit at Johnny's Tire, staring at Firestone posters and hearing language you'd find in an Irish pub as the stench of rubber slowly creeps into my jeans. Because there's a nail in my back left tire, and that's not something that can wait.
And as much as I'd like to be frustrated, I know I can't be.
I'm slowly learning that God's timing is funny like this. That most times when I feel like I'm at the end of my rope, He springs something on me to make me wait. Wait and trust. Trust that if it needs to happen, He'll help it happen.
It doesn't matter that I haven't written the talk I'm giving on Tuesday. That the binders I'm handing out Monday morning aren't assembled. That I need to plan a game of jeopardy. Lunch may be a wise option, as well. I was stressed, and the only way to snap me out of that is to put one thing on my plate that's out of my control.
So if you need me, I'll be sleeping on my desk. But at least my tire will be fixed.